dream in unmade
yellow and blue bed opposite window
walls of people
walking on streets of New York City
opposed to 10,
equivalent to 200 documented letters
light of day only
slowly, rearranged, sound becomes
sitting on porch
listening to endless water falling
sea rose in near
distance from time to time magenta
grey whiteness of
fog against still invisible ridge
line of pelicans flapping to the right toward point
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